Found this in my phone from last year. I remember writing it as my coach passed through some of the outer suburbs of Paris on my way to Eleusis. I’d been travelling overnight, had no sleep and was worried sick about Dharmavidya’s health and how i was going to cope with it all!
The net of Delusion,
hypnotizing with sounds, sights
and the promise of good fortune.
Endless stacks of orderly, quantised bits of space.